Full Frontal Futanari Bundle

By Randall Rogue

A glorious three story bundle of titilating stories featuring women with something extra to offer. Find within: "The Secret Beneath Her Skirt", wherein a girl finds out what her roommate's been hiding all this time, "BIOMODs Inc. Beta Testing Troubles", one of the tales of Lisa Okada and her work to improve the human form, and "Gender Swap Potion Problem", about a couple with the worst and sexiest hangover you could imagine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dapper Rat Publishing
• Release date: Jul 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311112491

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Full Frontal Futanari Bundle

Randall Rogue

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

© 2015, Dapper Rat Publishing. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception for a for a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some folks might find offensive. Please keep out of reach of children.

Table of Contents

The Secret Beneath Her Skirt

BIOMODS Inc. Beta Testing Troubles

Gender Swap Potion Problem

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The Secret Beneath Her Skirt

It took a long time for Mallory to become suspicious of her best friend. It wasn't ever a big thing, Kylie just seemed a little shy about her body. Mal didn't have a problem with her female friends coming into changing rooms with her or going to the bathroom together. Heck, she'd always been the one to induce people to skinny-dip back in her wilder days. Kylie though, she just never joined in on any of that.

That was fine, of course; people were allowed to their privacy and Mal understood that. Kylie was a fantastic friend and she couldn't hope for a better roommate. They stayed up late talking and watching dumb movies together. Kylie kept the place spotless without being asked and Mallory loved her for it.

She'd never have thought much of it until the incident with those jeans. They'd been on the fence between wearable and too tight when Mal had bought them, and the first washing had taken them over the edge. She reasoned that they'd be perfect on Kylie though, whose hips were always a bit narrower.

Mal had insisted her friend try them on, forced them into her hands and dutifully left the room for her friend to change.

They're eh, Kylie spoke through the door, they're a bit tight. I don't think I could wear these out.

Nonsense. Mallory frowned. Tight jeans are in and you should show off a little. A little attention won't kill you.

I don't think so.

Maybe you're right, but a second opinion won't hurt. Can I at least see?

No, that's alright. You can just have them back.

Frustrated, Mal found her hand on the doorknob. She hadn't even really been conscious of her action but was already turning it before she could stop herself. The knob rattled a little as she discovered it was locked.

Shit, Mal! Kylie yelled. Don't come in!

Mal felt herself jump at her friend's exclamation. Oh, sorry. I didn't think it would...

Just lay off. I don't want the damn jeans.

She thought she could hear crying in her friend's room. Her instinct was to go try to comfort her, but since trying to come in had caused the problem, she reasoned that would just make things worse. Settling for giving Kylie some space, Mallory headed to their communal living room and waited. It was ten or fifteen minutes before her friend reappeared, acting for all the world like nothing had happened. Mallory let the subject drop.

She certainly didn't forget it though. Kylie's severe reaction stuck with her, highlighted all those memories of when her friend had been so sensitive about the prospect of being seen undressed before. It had all seemed so innocuous before, but now it seemed like something more. She always wore baggy pants or flowy skirts, nothing tight, nothing form fitting, nothing even a bit revealing. She never changed at the gym, always at home. Despite being friends for as long as she could remember, Mal wasn't sure she'd ever actually seen any skin above Kylie's knee. Did Kylie have a complex about her appearance or something?

Then a darker thought crept into her head: was Kylie hiding something? Mal couldn't imagine what that would be, but the possibility irked her. She told her friend everything, every secret, every shameful thought, and she'd always thought that was mutual. It seemed though, that Kylie certainly wasn't sharing something with her, didn't trust her enough.

A plan started to form. If Mallory had ever taken a step back from herself to look at it, she'd have realized that it was uncalled for, stupid, even mean, but she was too caught up in her feelings of betrayal and the desire to just know what it was. Kylie wasn't really an early rise, but compared to Mal she was. She always showered first thing. That was Mal's chance. It didn't take much digging to find a motion activate security camera app that she could load onto her phone. A little testing proved that she could set her phone between the stack of folded towels and wall. It was hard to see back there, but it had a perfect view of the whole bathroom.

She was so anxious about what she would see that she awoke far earlier than necessary and she sat nervously by her computer waiting for the web page for the app to update, to show the live feed from the camera she'd hidden late last night. The wait was so long that she almost fell back asleep. Then she heard a noise from the room next door; Kylie had risen from bed and opened the door to her room.

Mallory listened through her closed door as her best friend walked the short distance down their hallway and into their shared bathroom. As the bathroom door swung open, the web page on Mallory's computer flashed and came alive. Mal's eyes were glued to the image on the screen. She watched as Kylie's tall form stepped into the bathroom, turned, and locked the door behind her. She gathered her dirty blonde hair back from her face and secured it with